A/N This is just a short little wedding fic I wrote because I had major writers block and this was all I could get out. Enjoy!

It'd been four hours and all Dean can think is just shut up already. He'd been planning on staying away from the actual work the wedding required when Sam gave him his bitchface and said, "You're my brother, you should do something."

So of course Dean gave in and said fine when Sam pulled the puppy dog eyes. Sam promised it'd only take an hour and it'd already been four, and it didn't seem like it was ending soon. Dean drew the line at four.

He stood up, marched across the room and declared that the cake can choose it's self if it's going to be this difficult. He couldn't help but laugh when Sam looked at him like he'd grown an extra head.

Which is how Dean had ended up here, sitting in front of Castiel while Sam ranted about "responsibility" and "respect" and "how Jessica would feel if she saw that"

"Dude, it's just a wedding. Why are you so worked up?"

Sam flipped around, facing Dean, "Why am I so worked up? Why am I so worked up? It's less than a month before the wedding, and the cake still hasn't been picked out! Jessica is going to freak when she hears what you did."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Jessica won't do anything. Isn't she the one who's supposed to be bridezilla?" Sam opened his mouth but shut it and stalked off. Bitch, Dean thought as he watched Sam slam the door shut.

"Dean, you really should be more respectful to your brother. He is getting married," Castiel said, grabbing Dean's hand.

Dean stood up, pulling Castiel with him, "I know, he's just so easy to make fun of. If he stopped being such a total bitch about this, maybe I'd try to make an effort with this."

Castiel sighed, "Sam really expects you to help Dean."

Dean nodded, biting his lip, "Yeah, I guess he does." Castiel smiled softly at the faint look of regret on Dean's face.

"He'll be fine, don't worry about it. But, in case he won't be, I'll go talk to him."

Dean smiled, "Thanks Cas. Really."

"If I angered my brother on his wedding day, you would do the same for me," He paused on the way to the door, "Or maybe not." Dean laughed, throwing some ribbon in Castiel's general direction.

Sam? Where did you go?"

Castiel maneuvered through all the boxes and papers piled on and around the table in the living room.

"I'm in here, Cas."

Sam stepped out from behind a box that appeared to contain dinnerware, "What?"

"Dean sent me to apologize," Castiel said.

Sam huffed a laugh, "Yeah, ok. I doubt he told you to apologize."

Castiel's lips twitched in a smile, "No, he didn't say that, exactly. He's your brother, Sam, isn't he supposed to be a…jerk?"

Sam laughed again, "I guess so," he sighed, "I just wish he'd take this seriously. I mean, I'm getting married. Married! He could at least help pick out a cake without complaining."

"To be fair, you did promise him it'd only take an hour. And isn't Jessica the one who picks the cake?"

Sam nodded, "She was going to, but decided I should do it instead."

"So, you're not mad at Dean? Even if he's being an ass?"

Sam smiled, "No, I'm not mad at Dean. Just extremely annoyed."

Castiel nodded, "Good. I'll tell him that."

"Wait, Castiel."

"Yes, Sam?"

Sam hesitated, "Thanks, man. I mean, for everything. I wouldn't be getting married without you. You saved her."

Castiel smiled softly, "You're welcome."

Sam stared at Castiel as he walked away, a slow smile spreading across his face. He was getting married.